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ZANE

I counted minutes silently in my head because I didn’t have a watch, and when I’d checked my vandalized truck for my phone, it had been missing.

Not much of a mystery. There was nobody out here but me, Eddie, Fawn, and Otis. Otis wouldn’t even be able to reach the handle on the door without help, and Fawn had been inside the entire time.

I was a fucking idiot for leaving it in the truck in the first place. But when we’d pulled up, I’d been so shocked by how much Otis resembled his mother that my phone had been the last thing on my mind.

I didn’t even remember where I’d left it, but it wasn’t in the glove box or the center console. I’d even moved the seats and checked beneath them to see if the phone had slipped in between, desperately hoping it was sitting on one of the floor mats.

And that I hadn’t been stupid enough to leave it unattended while my brother was around.

But apparently, I was.

And now not only was I completely stranded here, but I had no method of calling for help either.

Not that I had anyone to call.

If I called the police, what would I report? That my brother had brainwashed his girlfriend into thinking she was happy here with him? That she had to have Stockholm syndrome or something? Otis was pretty skinny, but I instinctively knew reporting him as a neglected child wouldn’t help the situation. I didn’t want Fawn to lose her son. And though he was small and slim, he didn’t seem particularly unhealthy. He ran around the yard with plenty of energy.

He looked a whole lot better than his mother.

But even as unkempt as she was, she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Messy hair didn’t take away from the plump lips I’d spent years dreaming about kissing. Ill-fitting clothes didn’t take away from the curve of her hips and the swell of her tits. Dirt smudged on her cheek didn’t stop me from watching her blow my brother while wishing it were me.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight and leaned back on the truck with a groan of frustration.

Otis stopped playing and peered up at me. “Are you okay, Mister?”

“You can call me Zane. Or…” I shrugged. “Uncle Zane, I guess. If you want to.”

He beamed at me. “I don’t have any aunts or uncles. You can be my first.”

I pressed my lips together. He did. He had an uncle and aunt in Fawn’s older siblings. I wondered why she’d never told him about them, but she had to have her reasons. I wasn’t going to be the one to fill him in if she didn’t want him to know.

I focused on his forehead instead, and how it was turning a little pink from the sun. “You should put a hat on, kid. You’re getting burned.”

Otis’s shoulders slumped. “I can’t. My hat is inside. I forgot it. And Daddy doesn’t like it when I come inside without him saying I can.”

That set a muscle in my jaw twitching but wasn’t entirely unexpected. Eddie had bossed me around as a kid, dictating where I went and when. It was hardly surprising he did the same to his own child.

As much as I wanted Otis to put a hat on, I didn’t want him going in there either.

How long would Eddie fuck Fawn’s mouth before he came? Would they be done yet? Otis didn’t need to see that.

I took the baseball cap from my head and tightened the clasp on the back so it was as small as I could make it. Then put it on his head. “Wear mine while I go get yours for you, okay?”

It was still way too big, but he grinned up at me from beneath the bill, cute as fuck, and nodded.

I trudged back to the house, praying that even though I’d lost track of the minutes in my head, that it had been long enough.

Silently, I chanted a reminder to just open the door and go straight up the stairs. To not even glance in the direction of the living room, where Eddie and Fawn could be going at it like rabbits for all I knew.

I didn’t want that mental image. It was bad enough I’d watched her deliver him a blow job.

That was going to live rent-free in my head.

Minus my brother.

In my head, she’d be on her knees in front of me.

It was hardly a new dream. It was one I’d had a million times before, just without the real-life visual.

God, she’d looked beautiful.

All woman now, no trace of the girl she’d once been.

Despite the warnings I’d repeated in my head, as soon as I opened the front door, I peeked over at where I’d left them.

Eddie was fast asleep in the recliner, snores ripping from him like a chainsaw.

I breathed out a sigh of relief and quickly bypassed the kitchen, not wanting to see her if she was in there cleaning up after lunch. I didn’t know how I was going to look the woman in the eye ever again.

I took the stairs two at a time until I was on the upstairs landing.

There were two bedrooms to my left. Both with neatly made double beds, but one clearly Eddie and Fawn’s room. The clothes laid out on the bed were a dead giveaway, while the other room seemed to be a spare that didn’t get much use if the empty closet was anything to go by.

Otis’s bedroom was clearly the one on my right, a small single bed with a plain blue quilt covering the mattress and a wooden chest for toys or blankets. His floppy green bucket hat sat atop an old, mismatched set of drawers.

I willed myself to walk in the room and grab the hat I’d come up here for.

But my feet wouldn’t move, and my chest wouldn’t work properly. It was like it had completely forgotten how to breathe.

The bathroom door had been left wide open, the shower running over an old, chipped bathtub that had seen better days. A shower curtain kept the water from splashing all over the floor, but it wasn’t quite drawn all the way.

And on the other side, Fawn leaned against the tiled wall, her eyes closed, breasts bare and soapy, her fingers buried between her thighs.

She bit down on her bottom lip, stroking her clit, rubbing it almost viciously, before plunging her fingers into her pussy and then repeating the sequence.

My dick went hard instantly. There was no point even trying to stop it. It strained toward her, held back uncomfortably by my work pants.

Fawn’s face was filled with frustration. She worked her fingers too fast, too impatiently, clearly trying to get herself over the edge in the shortest amount of time possible and failing miserably.

It took everything in me not to rip the curtain aside and take over.

Replacing her fingers with my bigger, more patient ones. Sliding them down her thighs, massaging them until they fell apart and gave me access to what was between. Stroking her clit slowly, rubbing the little bundle of nerves until her legs trembled and she was begging for me to fill her. Only then would I press two digits up inside her, hooking them just right so they pressed her G-spot and her silky wetness would drown my hand.

I wanted to fist my cock so fucking bad I almost did it. Right there, in the middle of the second-floor landing.

I stopped myself, turning away quickly, not wanting to be a pervert, despite the fact she’d left the door wide open for anyone to see. I took a step toward Otis’s room, the old floorboard beneath my feet protesting my weight with the loudest creak I’d ever heard.

Like a deer caught in headlights, I snapped my head up, staring over at Fawn to see if she’d heard.

Her dark-brown eyes locked with mine, and she gasped, fumbling for the curtain, trying to pull it across the gap that had allowed me to watch her unknowingly.

“I’m so sorry,” I mumbled, not even sure if she could hear me above the water and the rustle of the curtain. “I’m going.”

I shot into Otis’s room and snatched up his hat, fisting it in my fingers before running back downstairs.

Eddie still slept, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I slipped outside and found Otis exactly where I’d left him.

He took my hat off his head. “Uncle Zane? I think you need this back. Your face is all pink from the sun too.”

He swapped my hat for his, pushing my baseball cap back at me.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him my face wasn’t pink from the sun, but from the awkwardness of wanting something I wasn’t allowed to have.

I stayed outside with Otis for as long as it took for Fawn to call him inside for a shower. Her gaze flickered to mine as the words fell off her tongue, and we both quickly turned away. I followed the kid back inside the house a few minutes later and was glad when he was already upstairs with his mother.

Even if that did leave Eddie and me alone.

He hadn’t moved from the armchair he’d been in all afternoon. But he looked over from his movie when I sat on the couch across from him.

He hit the pause button on the remote. “Fawn made up the spare room for you. Said she put fresh sheets and towels in there for you.”

Fuck knows I needed a shower and some sleep more than anything. But I already knew I wouldn’t be able to. “Where’s my phone?”

Eddie jerked his head toward a heavy metal safe. “Locked it up for you. You don’t need it out here anyway. No reception unless you have a satellite phone, like I do.”

“I’d like the phone back anyway.”

Eddie shook his head. “Better kept in the safe. Some people around here have sticky fingers.”

“Like who? You?”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed just a little. “Me? Because it couldn’t be Fawn now, could it? The woman who can do no wrong in your eyes.”

“She’s not a thief. You’re an ass for implying she is.”

Eddie shifted so his full attention finally landed on me. “I’m an ass for protecting my brother? That’s rich.”

“Were you protecting me when you slashed my tires too?”

“Actually I was. Because I knew you’d be fool enough to try to leave. And then I’d have to have the guys slit Mom’s throat. All because you’re too selfish to just be my brother. Did you really want that on your conscience?”

Had he always been this much of a narcissist? Had I been too young or na?ve to see it earlier? Or had he just gotten so bad since I’d last seen him that he could barely even disguise it anymore?

“How do I even know she’s still alive? Can’t check the cameras anymore.”

“You don’t. You’ll just have to trust me.”

“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.”

Eddie grinned at me. “Which isn’t far, is it?” He eyed my arms, noticeably smaller than his now because I wasn’t a meathead steroid user who spent half his life lifting weights.

Eddie had the bulk of a pro wrestler. I was fit and toned from my job, but my legs and arms weren’t thick as trees like his had become. My head didn’t look too small for my body, I noted a bit smugly.

“I’m going to bed.” There was no point arguing with him. It was like slamming your face against a brick wall, over and over, trying to budge it but only injuring yourself in the process.

He never changed. It was only ever me who got hurt.

There was nothing more I could do tonight. I hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours. I had no car to go anywhere. No phone. I didn’t even know where we were without Eddie’s directions or the maps on my phone.

I needed sleep.

I trudged up the stairs, headed for the spare room I’d seen earlier when…I swallowed thickly, remembering exactly what I’d seen the last time I’d come up here.

Fawn left the bathroom with Otis in her arms, his skinny body freshly scrubbed and wrapped in a towel.

She froze when she noticed me standing there.

I fought to make my tongue move. To make it say something to her that would fix what I’d done. An apology. An explanation. Something. “Fawn—”

She hurried into Otis’s room and shut the door in my face.

Right then. That went about as well as one would have expected after standing there watching your sister-in-law masturbate in the shower.

I scrubbed a hand over my face and detoured from my original plan of sleep to my new plan of getting a shower, since the bathroom was no longer occupied. I grabbed a towel from the end of my bed and then shut myself in the bathroom.

I’d been under the spray for all of two minutes before my cock got hard and I slid my hand around it to relieve the pressure I’d been keeping at bay all afternoon. I leaned on the same wall she had, flinching at the cold tiles beneath my arm until it warmed enough for me not to notice.

When I closed my eyes, all I saw was her. Desperately in need of feeding up, but still my dream woman, no matter what size or shape she was.

She had always captivated me, with her smile and her kindness and the perfect tits I just wanted to grab a hold of.

She’d needed that earlier. Someone to tweak her nipples. Someone to draw them into a wet mouth and suck them, before sliding lower, across her ribs and her belly and over her mound. I rubbed my cock slowly, jerking the length up and down, fantasizing about pressing my face between her legs and wrapping my lips around her sweet clit. Tonguing her pussy deep, alternating thrusts with my fingers, plunging them into her wet heat and listening to her breathy moans that would quicken as I drove her toward an orgasm she’d clearly so desperately wanted earlier.

Had she gotten there by herself? I suspected not. I suspected she’d been too mortified at me catching her and had probably gotten straight out of the shower before she could finish.

I wanted to finish her. Drive her over the ledge of pleasure that would have her juices coating my tongue and running down my throat.

That’s how wet I wanted her.

And yet she wasn’t mine to have.

The rhythm on my cock turned punishing, and I jerked my dick, trying to push thoughts of her out of my head. But every time I did, my orgasm withdrew, my dick going limp in my grip and frustration roaring through my body in its place.

Thinking about her was the only way I ever got to finish. And so like the perverted creep I was, I let the thoughts back in.

With her brown eyes in my mind, I muffled a groan of pleasure and let myself go. Spurts of cum covered my fist but were quickly washed away by the water.

If only I could make the thoughts in my head disappear just as quickly.